Sore Loser

This morning, I could barely get out of bed. I slept an extra hour, then attended to the shoveling.

At one point, I thought I felt as though someone had beaten me up. Of course, only a moment passed before I realized that someone had in fact beaten me up, for half an hour, and it makes complete sense that I feel lousy today.

We are in the midst of a snowstorm here. The meteorologists are all advising people to either go home or stay home. I need to get some new tires for my car.

I don't want to shovel more snow tonight, but I have no choice.